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He better be scared, bub.
We're radical and pissed -- and we're comin' for your danglies.
I have had it to here with Rick's friends.
I sat back, thinking it was just election hooey that would blow over.
Then I crotch-sniffed to say, "Let's see how YOU like it!", hoping they'd take the hint and stop figuratively doing it themselves.
But now it's war.
Next time they get in my face, I swear, their 'nads are my chew toy. I'm talkin' amuse bouche.